Well, the reason that I mentioned the beautiful Sunday in my previous post was that Marathon Monday was not beautiful! It was cold, and rainy – not the kind of misty rain that runners love to race in, but flat-out cold, heavy, steady, squishy-shoe rain.
That said, running in the Boston Marathon was absolutely one of the highlights of my entire life! I would do it again in a heartbeat.
30,000 runners, and close to 1 million spectators braved the awful weather on this April 20, Patriots Day.
Speaking of April 20, I need to mention that I was so wrapped up in thoughts of myself before the marathon (Have I eaten enough? Have I eaten too much? Will I need to use the porta pot during the race? How will the weather be? Will I be able to finish….), that I completely forgot it was my son’s 20th birthday!! Mother of the Year Award here!
I eventually remembered before starting the race, and was able to borrow someone’s phone to text him Happy B-Day.
There were so many sights that it will be hard to describe them all, but here are a few that stand out. (I didn’t bring a phone/camera because I thought it would slow me down from qualifying again -HA!)
- The beginning few miles of the race, where there were wall to wall runners.
- Thousands of us going down a hill, and a sea of people in front of us going up the next hill.
- A rock band playing inside an open garage – A true Garage Band!
- The amazing spectators who were out there in the pouring rain cheering for us slow-poke nobodies!
- The cheering college students of Wellesley, Boston College, and Boston University – and especially the BC students who offered me encouragement and high fives when I had to take a small walk break.
- The awesome volunteers who were freezing.`
- Seeing the obvious pride and excitement when family-member-spectators recognized their runners.
- Running near a man dressed in all white with a funny looking orange cap. Spectators kept calling him Olaf, and all the children seemed to know him. I didn’t figure out that this was a character from the movie Frozen until days or weeks later. At the time I kept thinking ‘Who the Hell is Olaf?’
In my 3rd hour, I realized I wasn’t going to hit my goal time. It was disappointing until I realized that it really didn’t matter. Nobody but me would care about my finish time. Finishing was important.
As I made turned onto Boylston Street toward the finish, I started looking for my family. I knew they’d be on the right side. Amazingly, I found them. We screamed and shouted and I ran over to high five them (I knew the small delay wasn’t going to bust my already busted finish time). Then I finished the race, got my medal, got a shower, put on my new shirt and flew home! (wore my medal home on the plane too).